"Sakura-chan!" Sakura had had her eyes closed, her legs folded under her, but at Aoi's call she raised her head. Aoi bounced on the balls of her feet and stretched her arms overhead. "Sakura-chan, I'm bored!" [DR IF SPOILERS]

in the end of it hinata has to sit and sing and stare at the few parts of komaeda that don't look like they've been fit on wrong, his eyes, maybe, not the lopsided shape of his grin or the stillness of his hands. [SDR2 ENDGAME SPOILERS]

It's the first time she's ever ridden in a car. The village was always much too small to even need bicycles, and the villagers lingered in the streets so often that cars were just never brought in. Or, well - she shakes her head now, because no, it's just that what sort of robot knows how to drive? Of course there weren't cars.

They're learning things with a couple times' experience that fills up the same space, things about how time works and how it sets itself straight. How you still have the same amount of material and the same amount of space from beginning to end and you can only bend it slightly different ways so it reaches both sides. God his head hurts. Not really.

With Kane gone it's a free-for-all, a power struggle, a panicked rush up to the top of his tower. But it's okay, you know, because he's gone. It's okay until things aren't okay anymore. Warnings for blood, violence, and major major character death.

He liked the way they all matched, a consistent smear of almost-brothers. Every one a mirror image matching closer and closer. Practice, he thought, for the real thing, for putting deep marks into the real pale skin and coaxing out real red blood.

"Damn," he told her when she finished, folding her hands like crocus petals in her lap. "That is one fine-looking dude you've drawn there." Crossover with - get this - Picture of Dorian Gray. I'm going to hell.